Testers (7 page)

At ten o’clock there was a click and with enormous relief Claire drained back down the pipe and into the waste tank of her trolley, but the relief was short lived for no sooner had she returned to normal size than the pump begun filling her up. By eleven thirty she was sloshing around again.

“My, haven’t you grown?” Rosa was standing in the doorway of her bedroom watching Claire waddle down the corridor. “Stop!” she said and Claire stood still as Rosa walked around her, inspecting her. “You've got a sticky face. Have you been giving blow jobs?”

“Yes,” said Claire quietly.

“Oooo, you naughty girl. Well perhaps you can play with me for a while,” and she pressed the side of her abdomen to watch the water slosh to the other side and then back again. Rosa slapped the front of Claire’s belly and it made a sort of hollow
thwack
noise, and ripples flowed outwards from the impact. “Oh, you are fun to play with,” and she slapped her again, this time a bit harder.

“Please don’t… Arrrgh!”

“Oh dear, something a little uncomfortable somewhere? And such nice, long nipples,” and Rosa bent to take Claire in her mouth, sucking hard on a nipple and pulling it between her lips. “Lean forward,” said Rosa and Claire immediately complied. Rosa walked around her again, examining her anal fitting and cupping her smooth arse cheeks. She looked both ways up the corridor and then said, “Come into my room.”

Once Claire was inside Rosa shut the door and then started playing with Claire again, flicking her nipples, wobbling her breasts and slapping them to make them bounce. “Jump up and down,” said Rosa and Claire bobbed up and down on the spot making her breasts and her belly bounce. “Suck my tits,” said Rosa “And don’t bite!” Rosa unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to present Claire with her nipples; wordlessly Claire complied as Rosa moaned quietly. Claire knew what was going to happen next. Rosa slipped her hands up under her skirt on either side and slid the lacy thong she was wearing over her hips and down her legs. Then she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees together feigning coquettish innocence as Claire watched helplessly. Rosa lay back, pulled her skirt up to show a plump, moist pussy devoid of any hair, and opened her legs wide. “Suck me bitch,” said Rosa and with a sigh Claire pulled her cart to the edge of the bed, bent forward and put her lips against Rosa’s clitoris. She wiggled her tongue between the folds and licked the hard little bud, then sucked it between her lips, tickling it with the tip of her tongue. “Harder,” said Rosa. “Christ! I wish you had your hands free.” Claire pressed her face to Rosa harder, licking and sucking until Rosa’ legs began to tremble and she called out “Oh God! I’m going to come!”

“Resume previous instruction,” came the voice.

“Nooo, you can’t do this. You must do what I say. Finish me off.”

“My control collar requires that I leave immediately. You must open the bedroom door,” said Claire and stood staring at the door.

“Why don’t you obey me? You must obey me.”

“Control over-ride,” said Claire. “I must resume now.”

Rosa was furious. Was this Claire’s doing? Was she really controlled by something else? Rosa was not convinced, but was convinced enough not to try anything further. Reluctantly she opened the door and Claire hobbled out dragging her trolley behind her as Rosa gave her smooth arse a spiteful slap.

At one o’clock, control guided Claire to a bottle of energy drink fixed to a wall with a spout under it and as Claire approached, she emptied into the waste tank. “Drink,” it said.

By three o’clock Claire was again almost full when she met Ian. “Hello,” said Ian. “How are you getting on?”

A direct question; should she answer? “Not well,” she said and closed her eyes prepared for the shock, but it didn’t happen.

“I see you’re quite full. Come into my office,” and he opened the door to admit her.

Here we go again
thought Claire. “That’s a fine rounded belly you have,” he said rubbing his hand over its surface. “Does it hurt if I press it?” and he pushed the water from side to side as Rosa had done.

“No,” said Claire.

“You know you really have got a beautiful figure; such fine breasts and those nipples – they were very much unexpected.” Ian lightly cupped a breast and gently rolled its nipple between his fingers. “Bend over; let me check your fittings.”

Claire bent forward and Ian moved round behind her and gave her anal pipe a little tug. Satisfied there were no leaks, he felt inside the entrance to her pussy as her ‘motivator’ effectively held her open. He rubbed his fingers across the surface of her G spot trapped between the wishbone arms inside her, and she shivered, trying hard not to make a sound. “You’re very wet,” he said. “Would you like to suck me?”

“Yes,” said Claire without really thinking.

“Then do it,” said Ian and, sitting on the edge of his desk, he opened the fly of his trousers to reveal a tall, hard prick. Claire bent forward and took him deep in her mouth, sucking and stroking in and out as Ian got more excited. After not very long at all, Ian exploded deep in her mouth and Claire greedily licked him clean. “Thank you,” said Ian and shakily opened the door.

“Resume,” said the voice and once again Claire wobbled off down the corridor.

It was shortly after that that Claire saw Rosa again, but Rosa didn’t see Claire. Claire was retracing her steps back down the same corridor and Ian’s office door was ajar. As she passed Claire caught a glimpse of Rosa at Ian’s open filing cabinet with what looked like a lip stick in her hand. She couldn’t understand why she’d be there. Was that really a lip stick? It certainly looked like one. She would have liked to go back to check but there was no way she was able.

Chapter 9

At five o’clock Claire was told to report to Mike’s office and she duly waddled her way there and peeped through the door. “Come in,” said Mike. Nita was already there and he closed the door after them. “Ian’s asked me to cut short your testing of our new suits,” and he tapped some keys on his computer and with immense relief, both Claire and Nita emptied for the final time. “Don’t speak; you’re still under central control.” Mike warned as he unclipped their trolleys from their hands and unbuckled the shafts from their shoulders, then removed the mono-sleeves from their arms and they both swung their arms in great arcs to relieve the stiffness. Next he pressed a few more keys and the rings deflated in their rectums allowing Mike to pull the pipes from them. “I bet you want those rubber suits off?” asked Mike, smiling.

“Yes,” said Claire, afraid to add more and Nita nodded feverishly.

He unzipped the back and Claire wriggled her legs free. She looked down at her motivator locked over her pubis and pointed at it, silently pleading with Mike.

“Oh no. I can’t do that yet.”

Claire just stood still, not knowing what to do. She needed to tell him things but couldn’t speak. He undressed Nita and stood looking at them both. “Well I guess you should go and join the others in the sitting room,” he said and Claire waved her arms urgently, mouthing
ask about Rosa.

“Stop!” he said. “Tell me about Rosa.”

“I saw her in Ian’s office, looking in files with a camera.” Said Claire and both Mike and Nita looked at Claire in astonishment.

“Did she see you?”

“No.”

“What was she looking at?”

“I couldn’t tell.”

“Drawings?”

“I couldn’t tell.”

“Tell me about the camera.”

“It was disguised as a lip stick.”

Mike picked up the phone and dialled Ian who shortly after appeared at the door. Mike relayed everything and Ian looked at Claire and asked “Can you add anything more?”

“No.” said Claire, still standing still on the spot.

“We’ll have to search her room,” he said to Mike. “The girls can keep her occupied while we do it.” He thought for a bit then looked at the girls. “Go to the sitting room and seduce Rosa and Laura. Do it now!”

The girls looked shocked with Ian’s idea but had no real option other than to comply. They were both nude bar the stockings and boots, and, of course, the small accessories they wore in their pussies and around their necks. They entered the sitting room and both Rosa and Laura were sitting together on a settee chatting. They looked at Claire and Nita, and Rosa said “Hello Ladies. Feeling cleaner after your cleansings?”

“Yes.” Said Claire and walked towards Laura, Nita took Rosa.

“What are you wearing in your pussies?”

“Motivators,” said Claire and knelt in front of Laura.

“Motivators…” pondered Rosa. “That means they must still do what we say,” and she broke into a huge grin. Meanwhile, Claire had squatted before Laura and slid her hands up Laura’s thighs, pushing her frock up to reveal a tiny satin thong. Laura couldn't understand what was happening and was about to say something when Claire linked her hands under Laura and pulled her lower half forward; Laura squeaked as she fell backwards but soon modified the sound to 'Oh my God!' as Claire dropped her head and seized Laura's pubis in her mouth. Nita was kneeling before Rosa and had undone Rosa’s blouse; she put both her hands inside, pushed Rosa’s breasts together so that the nipples nearly touched and took both nipples in her mouth. “They’ve been told to fuck us,” cried Rosa gleefully. “That’s right, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Claire and winced inwardly.

“Ooo, carry on Ladies,” said Rosa and pulled her blouse open to allow Nita better access. Even Laura seemed overwhelmed by the prospect of having her very own automaton for the evening and slithered further down the settee and opened her legs. Claire pulled her thong off in one quick motion, cupped a hand under each arse cheek and drew Laura onto her open mouth as Laura shrieked with pleasure. Rosa had slid down onto the mat, pulled her own panties and skirt off and was shouting to Nita “Put your tongue in me, suck my clit, bitch. Suck it hard,” and was pushing Nita’s head down between her legs. This time both Rosa and Laura did climax; repeatedly. They lay back exhausted as both Nita and Claire sat upright and looked at them. Rosa felt wicked: “Claire, pull Nita’s nipple.” Nita flinched Claire pulled. “Nita, slap Claire’s tit.” Claire flinched as Nita slapped her hand against the side of Claire’s left breast. “Christ, this is fun,” said Rosa.

Laura looked distinctly uncomfortable. “I don’t think you ought to be doing this, it’s unkind. They can’t fight back.”

“Oh, don’t be such soggy rag, Laura. Nita, turn around and show Claire your arse. Claire, push a finger into Nita’s arse hole.”

“Rosa, stop it.”

“Claire and Nita, rip all of Laura’s clothes off, hold her down and fuck her again, and don’t listen to a word she says.”

“Rosa! No! Rosa, stop them. Oh no. Please don’t… no, not there! Oh God, I’m coming again, please Rosa, get them to stop.” Laura was soon naked on the rug with Nita’s head between her legs and Nita's arms wrapped tightly about her thighs, and Claire kneeling on her arms and working on her breasts, both hands squeezing a breast each whilst she sucked at the nipples.

“I think it’s time Nita and Claire turned their attention back to Rosa,” said Ian as he quietly walked into the room.

“Oh, definitely,” said Mike. “Claire and Nita, now do the same with Rosa.”

“Oooo, I don’t mind that a bit,” said Rosa and spread herself on the rug in preparation. Very soon, Rosa was indeed in exactly the same situation as Laura. Nita was clinging tightly to her thighs and had her mouth clamped against her clitoris and Claire had one big breasts held securely in both her hands and the nipple between her teeth. “On God, they’re both biting me. Oh Christ, get them to stop. I can’t stand this. I’m coming. Oh God. Arrrrgh!”

Claire watched Mike behind Rosa pull her hand bag behind a settee and rifle through it while Claire and Nita continued to ‘pleasure’ Rosa unremittingly. Mike looked up at Ian and shook his head’

“Claire and Nita, go to your dressing rooms now,” said Ian, and the two men followed the girls through the door leaving Rosa and Laura gasping and naked on the rug.